If I Could Do It All Again – A Poem by Rowe Williams

The clock I stare at
ticks inevitably, metronomically,
counting out its mind-numbing
sixty beat-per-minute tempo.

It is without numbers;
only identical, equispaced decor
mars its sterile, vintage-modern
face. Deceptively rotationally symmetrical.

I rotate this clock,
also given the challenging name reloj
(in the Spanish language),
against its nature. Counterclockwise.

Minutes, hours, years
melt away, as this clock would
in a Dalí painting.
I begin to forget who I am...

I am a child, unwittingly happy,
threatened only by the future.
The clock lies forgotten; until
it decorates my room for the first time.

The clock I stare at...

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